"It may be the _Curlew_!" she cried to the Taffy King. "Father told me
in his letter there were twenty people aboard her afore and abaft. He
may be out there!" and the girl shuddered.
"No, no," said I. Tapp. "Not possible. Don't think of such a thing,
my girl. But whoever they are, they are to be pitied."
There rose a shout at the edge of the surf. The fringe of fishermen
had rushed in to aid in launching the boat. Anscomb and his camera man
had taken up a good position with the machine. The director was going
to get some "real stuff."
Louise saw that Lawford was foremost among the volunteers. The
lifeboat crew, their belts strapped under their arms, had taken their
places in the boat. Captain Trainor stood in the stern with his
steering oar. On its truck the lifeboat was run into the surf.
"Now!" shrieked the excited moving picture director. "Action! Camera!
Go!"
There was something unreal about it--it was like a play. And yet out
there on that schooner her crew faced bitter death, while the men of
the Coast Patrol took their lives in their hands as the lifeboat was
run through the bursting surf.
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